When the heat lifts up from the asphalt
 Everything seems faded and strange
 You can't distinguish the faces, those faces
 Who take shapes of amorphous forms.

 They look like monsters, those
 Monsters that mind produces
 In the fear of a sad memory

 They are the victims who keep on living breathing
 Poison, while they invalid burn is this heat.
 With the head bent between their arms they are
 All different but so organized in their petty surviving

 I've a sort of pity
 When I look at them who react
 Passively to this slow end.

 Torn and upset souls who have always been
 Simply parked on this earth,
 Are imprisoned by the human flesh
 Which is slave too 'cause
 It doesn't bear the pain in silence.

 With humbleness, with bravery,
 In my eyes they appear.
 Amorphous forms, indefinable layer
 Of flesh so alone with a tired soul.

 Who don't have a place inside themselves.
 Now the heat is between the sky and earth.

 Motionless bodies look like pieces
 Of coal while the soul is choked
 In the tie of flesh.

 One day,
 Someone or something
 Will pick up the remains...